Confirming Assumptions

*DING!*

The elevator doors open to reveal LaKeith and his two brunette slaves kneeling below him, licking the tip of his flaccid penis with their tongues. Lillian was standing beside him, with her two naked human pets in front of her on all fours, like dogs.

You bow in deference to the both of them and welcome them to the suite.

The hours have passed since you had your conversation with the two toppers and your interrogation of Lisa, Candice, and Elsa. You got yourself cleaned and dressed more appropriately while waiting for them. Although, you may have overdressed as the three-piece suit Lisa provided for you looks awkwardly exuberant in the face of a man wearing only a tight fit vest and no bottoms on, while being serviced by two naked brunettes; and a blonde woman who only has the latex bustier and latex thigh high boots on, but nothing covering her crotch… not to mention her naked human pets.

“You dress up well, kid.” LaKeith compliments you as he walks into the suite. His brunette slaves crawl behind him, and when he stops to stand still, they go back to licking the tip of his manhood.

“Thank you, Master LaKeith.” You reply, trying to sound as polite as possible.

“Ha! Master!” LaKeith reacts with laughter. “LaKeith is fine, kid. We are of equal ranks after all. You need to start acting like it.” LaKeith advises you, and you nod your head in understanding.

“****!” Lillian shouts, apparently addressing Lisa.

“Yes, Mistress Lillian?” Lisa asks her.

“Get my pets a doggie bowl. Water from the tap.” Lillian orders her, and Lisa immediately runs off to the kitchen to do as Lillian commanded.

“Mistress.” You address her.

“Don’t you ‘Mistress’ me, you kissass. You’ve been a very naughty boy.” Lillian says to you with an evil smile on her face, and you can’t help but smirk back. She just gave you confirmation that one of your assumptions was indeed correct. An assumption you made as soon as you found out they had access to the technology in this suite.

“I apologize if I made you concerned with my show to try and find out about your history Mistress Lillian. I wanted to see firsthand the dynamics that occur if two toppers give conflicting commands.” You explain to her.

Lillian raises her eyebrow, waiting for you to confirm what you already assume is an answer she already knows. LaKeith doesn’t hide his smile of amusement.

“I told you he’d know.” LaKeith addresses Lillian.

“It was better to assume that the suite was bugged than be naive that it wasn’t.” You answer LaKeith, making him laugh out loud in amusement.

“You knew this whole suite was bugged, and yet you continued with your interrogation anyway. You were very adamant to find out if those sluts knew who I was.” Lillian points out what she assumed were inconsistencies in your actions.

“Why?” Lillian asks pointedly.

“As I have said, I was curious what they would do if two different toppers gave conflicting commands. To get to that, I had to make certain assumptions. The first assumption being that Candice and Elsa were Mistress’ gifts to me, as you knew they would be with me when you called for them during our earlier conversation.” You preface.

“I also mentioned you weren’t being serviced despite your erection. What made you so sure they weren’t my gifts?” LaKeith asks you.

“That is true, but when Mistress Lillian called out for ‘sluts’, Elsa and Candice immediately knew she was referring to them; and not the WRC representative sent to help me, Lisa. I assumed that’s what Mistress Lillian called them prior to gifting them to me.” You explain to LaKeith and he nods in understanding. Lillian continues to remain slightly curious with her expression, but with a hint of annoyance.

“I also assumed, based on Mistress Lillian’s choice of pets, Candice and Elsa would be from her life prior to being a topper. Former classmates were my guess, but it doesn’t really matter if they actually were or not. The answer of knowing you prior to being a topper was of no consequence to me as well, as I already assumed they were. What was important was finding the right question that would allow me to test what they would do. Since I also assumed you would protect your vulnerabilities from potential threats; and as a topper, that only means other toppers; that was the question I decided to ask them, to see what they would do.” You answer Lillian.

“Why the fascination with the answer to that? Are you planning to go against the WTC?” Lillian asks you.

“No. Of course not. If you must know, I actually gave a clue of my priorities after we ended our call.” You inform them.

“Ah~. A family man.” LaKeith understood immediately what you meant. “The exact opposite of Lillian.” LaKeith added.

“What do you mean? I’m closer to my family than I’ve ever been. I bring them with me everywhere.” Lillian jokes with the most evil smile you can imagine someone having. “Speaking of… ****! Where’s that fucking doggie bowl!?” Lillian shouts in impatience.

“So you wanted to see potential ways to protect your vulnerabilities from us?” LaKeith asks you.

“Yes.” You answer honestly.

“We could’ve just told you. That’s what the orientation is for.” LaKeith says with a laugh.

“Apologies. I needed to find out for myself. I—” You tried to explain your motivations, but Lillian cuts straight to the point you were going to say.

“He doesn’t trust us.” Lillian says, cutting you off. You give them a bow of deference once more and apologize if that caused offense to them in some way.

“A trait we all share.” LaKeith says, which is something you find interesting.

“You and Mistress Lillian seem to get along well.” You point out.

“We’ll get to that.” LaKeith says.

Lisa comes running in with two doggie bowls, spilling water everywhere as she does, before placing them in front Lillian’s parents. The two happily lap up the water from the bowl like dogs.

“I thought the water in this backwoods country would be brown. How disappointing.” Lillian comments.

Lillian doesn’t seem disgusted or amused at the action of her parents, seemingly indifferent to it. It seems the shine has worn off on her treating her parents like animals that this activity is no longer amusing to her anymore, just... normal.

“So that statement about not wanting to restore those sluts into their previous rankings as to not pick a fight with me… then immediately offering it to them, as well as freedom for their families... What was the point of putting that into your show?” Lillian asks you.

“I did that as a show of actual intent. I want to keep Candice and Elsa as your gifts, as I am humbled by your generosity. However, they cannot truly be mine if I am not in full control of them.” You answer her.

“When I figured out that their loyalty was with you, punishment be damned, I wanted to know what motivates them to be loyal to you. I assumed it was out of fear of you punishing their loved ones in the same way.” You add, and Lillian gives you a smirk that she’s both impressed and annoyed that you haven’t been wrong yet.

“In light of all that, I wish to make it a formal request from you, Mistress Lillian.” You preface. “I wish to acquire, under my exclusive authority, whatever you have over Candice and Elsa to ensure their loyalty.” You request Lillian.

“I refuse.” Lillian answers you immediately, and without consideration.

“Then we are at an impasse.” You reply calmly.

“What does that mean for you then? Are you going to pick a fight with me now?” Lillian goads you. The smile on her face hoping you would be dumb enough to say yes.

“I don’t mean to fight any of you, as I’m sure you would all have the upper hand after decades of being toppers. I’m sure there are other ways to handle conflicting interests between toppers. Otherwise, the world would have fallen into war a long time ago, if fighting was the only solution.” You answer her, to her disappointment.

“What are you offering then?” Lillian asks you.

“I heard from Lisa that toppers have territories they claim are theirs. If my understanding of how The Ranking works is correct; the moment I became a topper, and there having been no announcement that a topper has passed away, I bumped a former topper out of the 500.” You preface before answering Lillian. LaKeith and her don’t correct you with your assumptions, so you believe you’re correct so far. “As such, his territory—” you tried to continue, but LaKeith raised his hand to stop you.

“Not here.” LaKeith tells you, with a serious look on his face you haven’t seen since you first met him.

“****.” Lillian addresses Lisa abruptly once more. “We need a private room. Take care of our pets while we handle topper business.” Lillian orders her.

“Of course, Mistress.” Lisa answers, bowing, before telling the three of you to follow her into the conference room you asked her to prepare with some food and drinks that were in the suite when you arrived.

Lisa leaves the three of you in the room, closing the door to the conference room behind her.

LaKeith and Lillian don’t take a seat, and instead remain standing. The obvious power play would be to sit down at the head of the conference table, but you don’t want to antagonize them.

Not when your orientation is about to begin.